User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20121101173924/@comment-25220117-20121113181945

''They reached the island by midnight, and by the light of flickering torches Bulgorn thrust his thumb into his mouth, chewing on a split clawnail nervously. It didn't look too pleasant. Baal, leaning on the rail, gave the grubby stoat a wink'' "Sure looks like a nice place to rest yore `ead, eh, mate? Can't wait to git ashore, mebbe they'll have fleshtearer crabs this time!" The fat corsair gave his companion a glare, spitting out what he managed to bite off his thumb "Shaddap about fleshtearin' crabs or ye'll soon find yeself pullin' oars, shipmate" Losing interest in the ferret, he soon cracked his whip in the air, growling moodily at his charges "Stop dem oars or we'll crash inter de rocks!" He soon lumbered up to Zakrav, giving a brief bow so low his gut touched the floorboards "Wot naow, me dear Captin?"